Page 82 of Bones

His forehead rested against mine as he grazed his cock against me. His erection, hot and hard, burned against my clit before he thrust deep inside, giving me all he had in one smooth stroke. I inhaled a quick breath, and Wyatt immediately froze. “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay.” I lifted my hand to his face. “You don’t have to hold back. I can take whatever you have to give.”

I rocked my hips forward, begging him to continue. His hands reached up to the nape of my neck, fisting my hair as he drove into me again. Slow and demanding, he was in complete control. His teeth raked over my nipples, and I cried out wanting more. I dug my nails into his back as my whole body ignited with intense heat, unlike anything I’d experienced before.

Wyatt thrust deeper inside me, and as I tightened around him, he let out a growl and then quickened his pace. His control shattered, and unable to restrain himself any longer, he drove into me with hard, steady strokes. I fought to catch my breath as I felt my climax approaching. My entire body jolted and shook as my orgasm crashed through me.

I was still in the throes of my release when he found his own. Moments later, his body collapsed on top of mine, exhausted and sweaty. I loved the feeling of his body pressed against my bare skin, buried deep inside me. He took a moment to catch his breath, then tossed his condom and settled next to me on the bed. Neither of us spoke.

We just lay there, listening to the sounds of our breathing slow, and it wasn’t long before the silence started getting to me. I remembered our earlier conversation and the concern in his eyes, and I could feel myself getting worked up again. I didn’t want that to happen, so I asked, “What happens when I graduate?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you okay with me getting a job?”

“You can do whatever you wanna do.” He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. “You can get a job or stay at home. Whatever you want.”

“Do you have room at your place for me to have an office?”

“I’ll make room, and if it doesn’t suit your needs, we’ll find another place.”

“Don’t be silly. I love your place.”

“Well, it’s our place now.” He reached over and pulled me over to him. “We just gotta get your stuff moved over.”

“That shouldn’t take long,” I scoffed. “I don’t have much stuff. Just my clothes and a few pictures.”

“Then, we’ll get you more stuff. Whatever you need to make it feel like home.”

“You’re all I need. As long as you’re there, it’ll feel like home.” I glanced up at him, and my heart swelled when I saw the emotion in his eyes. He loved me. There was no question about that. But I couldn’t help but wonder if he saw the same future that I did which led me to ask, “What about kids?’

“What about ‘em?”

“Do you want to have any?”

The words had barely left my mouth when the mood shifted. Wyatt looked up at the ceiling and let out a deep breath, becoming lost in his own world of thoughts. And from the look on his face, it wasn’t positive thoughts that were twirling around in his head.

“I’d always seen myself having kids, but if you don’t want them, I’m fine with that. I don’t need anyone but you.”

“I don’t want you giving up anything you want for me.” He turned to face me as he confessed, “But I can’t promise that he or she won’t be like me.”

“Oh, Wyatt.” I eased up on the bed so I could look him in the eye. “You are a wonderful, beautiful man with a big heart and a great sense of humor. You’re incredibly smart, loving, and compassionate. I would be over the moon thrilled to have a child just like you.”

“You didn’t know me when I was a kid. I was a real handful.”

“All kids are. Some just need a little more love and support.”

“I needed a swift kick in my ass,” Wyatt scoffed.

“Whatever works.” I leaned down and kissed him softly. “I’d be willing to do whatever I needed to for our kids.”

“How many kids are we talking about?”

“Two?” I shrugged. “Maybe three.”

“Oh, man. We’re definitely gonna need a bigger house.”

“And a backyard and maybe a barn.”

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